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[thehumming6ird]

To truly dig into who Loki is, the creative team had to learn from the man who knows him best: Hiddleston. "I got him to do a thing called Loki School when we first started," says director Kate Herron. "I asked him to basically talk through his 10 years of the MCU — from costumes to stunts, to emotionally how he felt in each movie. It was fantastic."

How I like to envisage Professor Hiddleston's Loki School

[hollandsmushroom]

Head Scratches || Prof T.H.

 Summary: Soft funny witty Prof!Tom just wants you to scratch his head while he grades papers. Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: a student teacher relationship, both parties consenting and of age. Lots of mentions of sex but no sex. 

Word Count: 937

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The couch was where you and Tom always seemed to end up. The end of the day when you were both exhausted you curled into each other, in the safety of each other's hold. In this time you would do the things you didn’t want to do alone, a show that you were both barely invested in playing quietly in the background as you did your separate tasks. It was typically you doing your school work, often something for Tom’s class, all the while teasing Tom relentlessly about how much you hated the assignment, and Tom would sit next to you, grading papers and reading discussion posts. That was exactly the situation that you were in right now, your legs crossed underneath your thighs with your laptop perched on your legs, Tom next to you, legs crossed as he still wore his slacks, the linen tightening around his thighs in a way that you were fighting not to be distracted by. His hands cradled a pile of papers, a red pen in hand as his eyes traced the words that lined the paper. 

“Tommy” you whined, throwing your head back against the ledge of the couch, thudding softly at the force of your disdain, your voice drawing Tom from where he was lost in a student's amazingly written paragraph and making him turn his head towards you. 

“Hmm?” a soft hum exits his thin lips, curled in, a habit something he had a habit of doing when he was concentrated. 

“Why did you assign so much goddamn required reading?” you groan, twisting your head to look at him with your eyes in a playful squint, eyeing how his look of concentration broke into a bright smile. “And why did I fall in love and move in with you, only putting me in a situation where you can actually observe if I write it or not?” you add, leaning over to poke Tom softly in the middle of his forehead before letting your hand press back, pushing through his gelled hair, breaking up the stiffness as your nails begin to scratch over his scalp softly, Tom’s brown eyes fluttering shut. 

“That ‘goddamn’ reading, as you called it, is for your education, love” Tom mumble softly as he cranes his neck, pressing his head harder into your hand like a cat when you pet its head. 

“Fuck education” digging your nails slightly deeper into his skin, hoping it would pinch just a little but it resulted in a contented sigh that quickly turned into a disgruntled noise as Tom’s eyes shoot open. 

“Fuck education?” he sounded affronted, as if you had wounded him but his face quickly changed. “More like fuck your educator!” He looked so pleased with himself and you couldn’t help but laugh at how witty he thought he was. 

“Dr. Thomas Holland, how crass of you!” you shouted jokingly, pulling your hand away from his head and bringing it to cover your mouth in feigned shock. 

“What? It's true!” Tom pointed out, and it was, it was indeed true, and it was good, but that was beside the point right then. 

“Though it is true doesn’t mean you have to say it like that!” you were keeping up the act, having fun with the banter that you and Tom always seemed to slip into. 

“Well just to bring this conversation full circle, I don’t know why you fell in love with me, but I am glad you did, the thing I do know, is, you moved in with me to fuck your educator even more” he murmurs, leaning in further and brushing his lips over yours in a tender kiss, but you pushed him back ever so slightly. 

“You’re not as funny as you think you are” you once again emphasize by poking his forehead, an action that Tom spotted and acted accordingly, ducking his head so that your fingers landed on his scalp, scratching over his skin once again, a small moan of contentment rising from his chest. 

“I think I am pretty fucking funny” 

“Nah, you’re a pretty fun fuck though” you tease, drawing your hand from his scalp and returning your attention to your computer screen leaving Tom with a shocked look on his face. 

“Um, I will have you know that I am the love of your life, much more than just a fuck” Tom affirms, pressing his lips to your cheek as you restart your reading. 

“Fine, fine, yes, you’re the love of my life who is also a fun fuck, now let me get back to work, my professors got a real hard ass” you smile to yourself at your words. 

“I think the phrase is ‘hard ass’ actually” Tom couldn’t fight the smile on his lips as at your complimentary joke. 

“I know” you shrug, finding the sentence that you had left off on and starting your reading again but you couldn’t help but notice that Tom was still staring at you intently, drawing your attention away from your screen to look at him. “Can I help you?” you inquire softly. 

“Yes, yes you can, you can keep scratching my head while I grade papers, it feels really good and I like having you touch me, even in the simplest of ways.” Tom mumbles, looking away, slightly ashamed of his request. 

“And I like touching you in the simplest of ways” you smiled softly, burying your hand in his soft hair, dragging your nails of the skin, returning to your work as Tom returned to his, much more content with the situation or grading than he had been before. 

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[hollandsmushroom]

You’re trying to help get your grades up so you ask Prof! Tom for some extra help but he keeps getting distracted and you’re like “what’s on your mind?” And hes like “sorry.. you’re just really beautiful and I really want to kiss you, was that too much?”

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Kiss You || T.H.

Word Count: 1,147

Warnings: Professor student relationship(both consenting and of age)

A/N: hehe happy birthday Rose, sorry I am a lil late and sorry that I accidentally did the same thing that Cookie did!

You walked up to his desk as the rest of the of the students filtered out of the classroom, your books cradled tight to your chest as you seemed to choke on your words, it wasn't like you hadn't interact with Tom before, you had had to, but it wasn't even that, it was your previous interactions, the ones that had left you with your heart fluttering and a question rattling in your skull, 'did he actually feel the same way that you did?' that were currently causing you anxiety as you approached him. In your head you wanted him so desperately to feel the same way that you did, subconsciously wanting nothing more than to have your English Professor be so much more than that.

“Hey Dr. Holland” you voiced, your hand propping up on the desk, entering his field of vision, his eyes trailing up the limb to your undeniably nervous face, a soft smile spreading across his thin lips at the sight of you, his chest tightening like a young school boy talking to his crush, he found himself getting lost in your eyes, not having replied to you yet, a drawn out silence filling the space between the both of you until he finally caught onto his unhelpful response. Shaking his head he tried to shake the beautiful color of your eyes from the forefront of his mind, not needing to spend this time that he had with you in front of him wondering what color the shade of your irises. 

“Um, yes Y/n, how can I help you?” he snapped himself out of it, his soft untamed curls still bouncing with the vigor of his previous shake. 

“Well, I uh, I was wondering if you could help me with the essay I am writing for this class, I obviously want it to be the best it can be but I can’t seem to get all of my sources included and I just, well I just needed help and you said that we could always ask for help and that your door was always open so I thought I would ask but I totally underst-” Tom didn’t give you the chance to give him an out of helping you, he didn’t want an out, he wanted to help you in any way that he could, he also wanted to make you his but that wasn’t the current topic of discussion. 

“Yes, of course I will help, here let's head to my office”  he offered, gathering his papers and putting them in his briefcase as he stood up and moving to open the door for you, a heat rising in your cheeks as you stepping through the exit waiting for him to lock the lecture hall before he started to guide you to his faculty office. “I'm sure that your paper is amazing, you are one of my best students, Y/n” he uttered, once again pulling a door open for you as he unlocked the door to his office. His words made you feel fuzzy as you stepped into his comforting office, the room smelling strongly of him and decorated sparsely yet in a homey way, there was a framed picture of a grey dog atop of his deep toned oak desk. 

“It’s nice in here” you mumbled, not really knowing what else to say as you settled in on one of the two seats opposite his leather office chair, expecting Tom to take his place in his seat of authority across from you but he didn’t, opting to sit at your side as you pulled out your laptop. 

“I like your screen saver” he complimented, just wanting to give you even a fraction of affection even in the most binary of ways. 

“Oh thanks, um I took the photo myself” you mumbled in reply, he was bringing out a bashfulness in you, he brought out a lot in you, namely the want to cover his face in kisses and forget the business of school. 

“That is super impressive” he smiled at you, god his smile made you want to tear your hair out, it made you want to forfeit your sanity and get lost in his lips. 

“Here, this is the what I need help with” you turned your computer towards Tom, watching as he maintains his soft smile as his eyes run across the lines of words on the screen,  you were watching him, watching how his captured his lip between his teeth as he attempted to stay focused on the task at hand but it was useless, he was alone with you and all he could think of was your lips.

“I can’t do this” Tom uttered, pushing back from where he had leaned over the table, his back colliding softly with the cushion of the chair, palm rubbing against his forehead as he looked sheepishly at you.

“Oh, um, I-I am sorry, I shouldn’t have asked” you mumbled, reaching out for your laptop to press the screen shut but you didn’t get the chance, Tom catching your wrist very softly in his large hand.

“No no, it’s just that I want to kiss you so bad that I can’t pay attention, you’re just so beautiful and I can’t stop thinking about your lips, oh my god, I am sorry I have said too muc-” your eyes fluttered shut as you hinged from your hips, hand coming to cup Tom’s cheek softly in the palm of your hand as you united your lips with Tom’s, so gentle and passionate that time seemed irrelevant, his tongue licking at your bottom lip to ask for entrance into your hot mouth, entrance which you happily granted, letting him roam your tongue with his in a frenzied and unpracticed dance of lust, only pulling back when your chin hurt from rutting into his as you pressed your face into his. 

“I thought you would never ask” you whispered, not wanting to tear the fabric of your rapidly weaved amorous moment. 

“I thought you wouldn’t want me to” his hand brushing over your cheek as he stared into your eyes, now able to take the time to contemplate the possible names for the beautiful hues of your eyes. 

“You didn’t think I would want you too? Maybe you’re right, maybe I am the smart one” you chuckled as you bumped your nose against Tom’s.

“I don’t think I used those words at all actually, I think I just said you were one of my best students” he joked back, pecking hurriedly at your pursed lips. 

“But am I really just your student anymore?” you quirked an eyebrow at him, forcing a chuckle from his lips as he shook his head.

“Oh you are so much more, now” he assured happily, kissing you just as intensely, if not more so than he had moments before. 

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[thehumming6ird]

Korea!Tom Mkii is a thing of beauty and no-one will convince me otherwise…